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Echoes of Sacrifice

This is a world where **Flux** is the energy governs life and creation. Through Flux, wondrous feats are possible, along with the creation of diverse ways and techniques for empowerment. Some have developed techniques to enhance their bodies, making them nearly unbeatable. Others have honed their affinity for the elements, becoming walking disasters. And there are those who have elevated their minds, gaining the ability to manipulate matter and calling themselves Magi. Furthermore, some individuals have synchronized their very beings with Flux, undergoing transformation into new forms. Meanwhile, wars between kingdoms and conflicts over resources and territorial expansion are frequent. In times of adversity, talented individuals rise to leave their mark on history. But only true legends endure against all odds. An inheritance stained by blood and the sacrifices of many—a life of violence and bloodied hands—haunts those who seek power. Choose your path to power—use Flux and shape history. ========= Hello to everyone! So I'm currently reviewing and editing some chapters, improving the writing and fixing some grammar mistakes. As per it goes; the newest chapters are already edited, and I'll start with the old ones before this book starts to get too big. if you find something out of place please point it though the comments, I'll be sincerely appreciate. Once Again, thank you and good reading!! also, don't forget to vote with power stones! Haha.

Windbladex · 奇幻
分數不夠
166 Chs

Veiled threats

"For those who had no cultivation whatsoever, Bandolen's thunderous voice echoed like trumpets on judgment day: The certainty of death and destruction had arrived, and there would be no escape.

Only those with an advanced Flux synchronization rate managed to resist somewhat the deterrent and oppressive effect carried by Bandolen's voice.

Certain important and powerful figures, though reclusive across the five districts of Rest City, felt the impact of Bandolen's voice and were, in a way, also affected.

It seemed that this would be an extremely delicate day in the balance of powers.

Bandolen remained hovering in the air atop the Western District, near the Free Feather Martial Arts School. The college's servants, supervisors, and teachers observed Bandolen's figure in the air as if he were some deity of vengeance, come to exact due punishment upon them.